From the day I was born, I was branded a bringer of bad luck and sent to the countryside to recuperate in Pingzhuang.
My half-sister, meanwhile, was considered a bringer of good fortune and doted on by the whole family.
Later, I was brought back to the manor and married off.
But my half-sister said, "I've enjoyed my sister's love for decades and taken her place and her fiancé. I am truly ashamed. Jing'er will devote herself to a life of prayer, staying by the lamp to pray for everyone's good fortune."
From then on, my half-sister became everyone's beloved, the one they could never forget.
My husband searched for traces of my half-sister in me.
My parents sighed at me, wanting to speak but holding back.
My younger brother called me an imposter who had usurped her place, asking why I wasn't the one who had become a nun.
"Host, mission failed. Self-destruct mode activated."
Looking at my family, who hated me, my heart turned to ash.
If I die, she'll come back, won't she?
